Third Person POV:
The month was already given a bunch of drama. To the dismay of everyone, the classes' weekly private points gain had fallen to 0, meaning Class 1-D was receiving no class points whatsoever.
This was somewhat significant, as beforehand, most of the class were enjoying themselves, in the swimming pool or acting like school was the easiest thing in the world.
Now, they were seeing the consequences of their actions. And Munfurawa was also there to suffer because he was a part of the class.
The solution to regaining private points. It was simple, take studying seriously, and not always have fun outside of school. Do well on the assessments and special exams, and your class could get bumped into the next category.
In the events leading up to this, the sheer amounts of people joining the martial arts room had tripled, from roughly five to fifteen. The spread from class was as followed, including first and second years.
Class A: 5 (two 2nd years, three 1st years)
Class B: 4 (three 2nd years, one 1st year)
Class C: 2 (two 2nd years)
Class D: 4 (one 2nd year, two 1st years)
Due to the increase in regular attendance, the martial arts room was forced to expand, and become a whole new club.
Of course, with everyone doing different martial arts, like taekwondo, karate, judo, and more, the school decided that putting them all into one was easier. This made some of the members upset, but they then realized it meant everyone could learn different aspects of different martial arts, allowing them to learn off each other.
Munfurawa was learning multiple karate and judo techniques, which allowed him to use his hands more effectively. He still resorted and preferred his kicking techniques, but it gave him more variety.
He particularly liked Judo, grabbing opponents in the right areas to maximize the amount of damage he could give off, but he lacked the muscle and strength to lift opponents. He would need to do more muscle development if he wanted to do so.
Regardless, while he didn't talk much to the other club mates now, he did learn a lot, as each would have their own days willingly to teach the others how to do some techniques from their own section of martial arts, whether it was kung-fu, judo, or karate.
When it came to him, and others wanting to learn taekwondo, Munfurawa would merely go to the punching bag, and showcase a kick.
He never really said much, as he felt it was irrelevant. Of course, teaching each other wasn't mandatory, and thus they could only pressure him into teaching them some techniques, which he declined for obvious reasons.
As Munfurawa finished his martial arts, he eventually found himself in quite the interesting area of the school. It was a specific room, where a lot of individuals were within the area. Because Munfurawa put on a mask he had worn before, the same one he used to protect himself whenever he went out. Thus, many of the individuals did not know who this masked person was.
"Who the hell are you?" One of the larger men asked, approaching the newcomer.
"Is this a betting club?" Was all Munfurawa asked.
The man eyed him before nodding, "What, are you hear to critique us?" The individual was clearly on edge, and on the defense.
Munfurawa shook his head, "No, I'm here to bet for private points."
The individual seemed shock, before relaxing, "Very well, what year are you in?"
"1st year, got 100,000 private points, what exactly are we betting on?" Munfurawa asked, eyeing a chess board. Munfurawa could already tell what they were betting on.
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Night Flower
FantasyMunfurawa always wanted a normal life, something he expected when he enrolled into ANHS. Little does he know that his desire to be and live alone get ruined by the numerous factors, such as his past, a boy who thinks too much like him, a cold, ice g...
